Two - Fever

"...We have a shipment of fruits, weaponry, clothing, linens, and mostly things for the people. It'll be a simple mission; four of you can go. Volunteers mostly, but Lancelot, I would like you to go though." Arthur sat at his usual seat at the round table, Lana was three seats to his left, and Lancelot a singe chair from her. Traveling downwards, Galahad was next, then Gawain, Bors, Dagonet and Tristan. The eight of them sat equal as Sarmation Knights. Lana pulled her wine covered hair back, it was beginning to dry, but still she smelled like a fresh glass of grape alcohol, maybe that's why Lancelot was being so flirtatious. "Near the end of the wall though, Woad territory, been since their has been an absence of their presence, I believe this to be uncomplicated." Arthur looked over his warriors; his hands flat and planted on the round sheen table, freshly clean. The eternal flame danced in the center as, Tristan's eyes followed each twist of the flames as Gawain spoke up.

"I'll go,"

"As will I." Lana broke in, before taking another sip of wine. "Hey I had to stay home last time," She smirked, Lancelot gave a corky curved smile at her, and she simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Now I have to go," Galahad winked at Lana, she pointed her finger as the Knights laughed. "I believe some pay back is in order." Arthur lifted his palm, calming the Knights.

"Save the foolery for when you return. This is still a mission, no matter the size." Arthur looked between Galahad and Lana, waving her hand, she replied.

"We'll mind our manners, I swear."

"We'll leave at first light." Arthur finished, and the Knights stood up and left their seats. Lancelot looked at Lana; she smiled and motioned that she was planning on waiting to speak with Arthur.

His fireplace roared with the wood crackling when each flame engulfing the fibers. Arthur was writing on his scripts, like he usually did after a completed mission. Rome enjoyed knowing their victories, hearing the stories of the Knights was something Arthur hoped Pelagius was listening as well.

The Roman armor Arthur treasured was fitting on a near by chair, as he relaxed in a sweatshirt, and pants. His quill jerked with her strokes, but before he could finish his thoughts, a knocking was at his door. Grinding his teeth, he touched his forehead, is felt like fire to the touch. Ignoring the heat, Arthur called out.

"Come in," The door opened quickly, Lana stood in the frame, she had a black cape draped over her body, Arthur figured she was in dry clothes now. His eyes were undisturbed back down to the script as she closed the door behind her. She had a hopeful smile on her lips, but Arthur didn't take the time to look.

"Writing to Rome?" Arthur nodded his head as she entered; he was still angry with her, yet so polite to Lancelot. "I know you are still angry with me. But Arthur doesn't allow something like this to tear us apart. You are still one of the most important men in my life. Not only my commander, but also my brother." Lana placed her palm on his desk, inches from his writings. His face began to look up, be he halted.

"Leave it be Lana."

"Leave what be? I'm in love with your best friend, if you wish to talk to me about it great. But stop acting like I'm not here. Not in front of the men." Lana paused and hoped Arthur would speak, but nothing escaped his lips, his scribbles on the scroll were only heard. "I have fought at your side, as nothing more than a warrior, and now I stand here, you're sister, begging for your approval."

"You never needed my approval before."

"I have never said no to you before Arthur, and I'm not planning on doing it again. I just need my brother to love me again." Lana leaned closer, and noticed his brow sweating, narrowed her eyes; she noticed his eyes where red. "Arthur, are you feeling well?"

"I'm fine."

"Arthur," Lana touched his forehead, it was like a hot coal on her skin, she pulled a cloth from her cape's pocket, and dried his forehead, and Arthur sat still, surprisingly. "Come get into bed. I'll fetch you some water and cloths."

"Lana-"

"Lay in bed, or your not riding tomorrow. I'll have Lancelot lead the way. Now lay and pray to you're God that your fever breaks." Lana ordered while going to get some water.

"This is perfect, an uncomplicated mission." Lana laid in bed next to Lancelot; her hand swiping his bare chest once she was comfortable.

"I still would like to you stay, it'll be safer." Lana closed her mouth and stared up into his eyes, Lancelot kissed her forehead then reached under the blanket, and touched her belly. "But, I guess a small jaunt up north would be alright."

"Really?" Lana laughed, she stayed home from the last mission for a reason. That was why she'd avoided most of the last mission. "Oh Sir Lancelot, you have made my day." Lana pushed herself up, and laying her body on his, she kissed him passionately.